49 I Hate Slavery

Lucas already created a barrier in front of him, protecting him from the impact.

Around him was a crater, but only the location where he was standing was completely fine. Because of it, Richard couldn't help but be more irritated.

'How could he protect himself from my attack? Just earlier, he was taking an assessment for that crappy movement technique. That means he is behind me! But how...'

As Richard was having deep thoughts, he stopped attacking after the first one. A smile appeared on his face as he thought of something that might be the reason why it happened this way.

"You... You are hiding a treasure, huh? Don't think that you can survive the next attack because I know that protective treasures are only able to be activated once! " he exclaimed with an overjoyed face.

'Yes! Be humiliated!'

Lucas widened his eyes and thought of playing with Richard. And as Richard said, Lucas rode with the bandwagon.

"H-How? Y-You already saw my tricks! I was about to boast about it, but you... you see through me?!" Lucas said hysterically as if it was real.

Lucas was great at acting as he garnered different types of social skills, in particular, escaping conversations so acting is one of them.

When Lucas noticed that Richard took his acting, he just smiled secretly. 'Yes, these kinds of people are idiots. Self-centered idiots that couldn't see through others' mindsets.'

Another attack was launched, just the same as before, and this time, Lucas snorted before creating a barrier.

'Do I really need to create a barrier? It feels like I don't really need it as this attack is just hoeing to cement.'

The attack hit Lucas's position again, and as the dust disappeared after the attack, everyone was astonished at how Lucas still survived after that attack.

"NO! THE SECOND TRY OF MY TREASURE?! HOW CAN I ESCAPE FROM YOUR ATTACK?!"

'H-He survived that? Don't tell me he has a powerful treasure?'

"You... You are rich enough to spend on that kind of treasure. Are you that weak?!"

"Y-Yes... I am just weak. I was just confident earlier because of my technique. So please, spare my life." Lucas acted with his eyes starting to materialize tears.

The audience was just speechless at how cowardly Lucas was. But they couldn't also ignore the fact that it was Richard who challenged him. Does that mean Richard Li can only challenge those he can defeat and even bully them just to show off?

Lucas noticed the pitying gazes from above. As he thinks about it, his plan was to have an effect. The reverse psychology wasn't just for Richard, but also for the audience, who took their pity.

'Sympathize bitches!'

Richard, who looked at Lucas shedding tears, couldn't ignore the fact that he was bullying a weak person. Even if it was just a little bit, he was bothered by it as he was expecting more from what the assassin had told him about Lucas.

Where is the powerful person that his best assassin couldn't kill?

It was absurd that perhaps his assassin misunderstood a treasure as a technique. But still, this result isn't reasonable.

'Right. Perhaps that idiot just misinterpreted it. He's an idiot anyway!'

"Okay! I will spare your life. But before that, you have to be my slave for your whole life." Richard exclaimed, and next to it was a light laugh.

However, Lucas didn't reply; instead, he just looked down with a solemn face.

"Are you finally realizing it? Too late! I will have your life!" Richard exclaimed again.

And as the audience watched, mosquito sounds could be heard because of their talking. They are particularly pitying Lucas. His life in the sect is doomed.

"Does that mean you'll own my life?" Lucas suddenly asked, but his voice was somewhat different. Rather, it was hoarse and intimidating.

'What's with this bastard?'

"Yes! Now! Give me your life-!"

Before he could continue, a sudden beam of wind from Lucas's position moved towards him. He only realized afterward that Lucas had abruptly appeared before him.

"Too bad. I don't want to become your slave."

And in the next moment, Lucas swayed his sleeve above, giving Richard a punch from below. In an instant, it hit Richard's stomach, causing a ripple effect of an invisible force.

And the next second, Richard flew a few meters away from Lucas, and, as well as in the air, he passed out.

Everyone was surprised and silent at the moment they didn't notice everything. In just the blink of an eye, Richard was already a few meters away from Lucas. Even those who are confident in their reaction time were dumbfounded as they didn't see that one coming.

"Too bad, I hate slavery," Lucas said before changing his robes back into his casual attire.

'Tsk! Playtime is over. I'll just settle things with Jeric after this.'

Everyone was still silent. They didn't know how to react.

Was what they'd just watched just an act? How can that make sense when no one in the inner court was supposed to be this strong?

And obviously, looking at Richard's body, he could be seen already dead.

Lucas just glared at Richard's body and threw a small amount of energy from healing magic.

"That'll be enough to fix your bones," he mumbled at the moment he fixed Richard's bones.

A few seconds later, another beam of wind appeared, but it wasn't from Lucas this time. Rather, it was coming from the skies that directly descended on Lucas's position.

"Young Master! What have you done?! What happened here?!" Jeric hysterically asked as the condition of the arena was atrocious.

Lucas shrugged and pointed at Richard.

"Ask him. I was just doing my observation when he instantly asked me for a fight. Maybe he thought I was a disciple here because of my disguise. What a pity... I was thinking of seeing everything in the inner court, but my mask was removed. Even if I make illusions again, it will be too boring again."

'Though, it was my fault for not letting him go.' Then, inwardly, he snickered.

"Right. I can fix the arena if it's naturally built, but from what it looks like, I don't see any hint that I can reverse it at the moment."

"Don't worry about it, Young Master. They can fix it. Instead, why don't we go for a meal? I've prepared a special set for you." Jeric said with a proud smile on his face.

As weird as it seems when watched normally, it is reasonable when looking under pressure. If someone had the ability to see this, they would instantly think that Lucas was the older one because of the mature and stronger pressure around him.

"Is that so? Then I won't be humble. I'll eat."

Jeric just nodded and started flying towards the direction of the innermost sect.

And as they had already left, everyone in the arena was left dumbfounded... again.

"Did the sect master just call him Young Master?"